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The Coyote's Omega

Part 1

For Catsithx

By Draconicon

The world of corporate law was cutthroat to an extreme, and none knew that better than the lawyers that practiced it. Rebecca had just finished a meeting with the lawyers of a new CEO who was opening a branch in the city, and had just gotten them to back down from a suit that they'd intended to bring against the firm she worked at. The whole idea of getting the firm to back off with their support of the locals and throw in behind the new branch was meant as an intimidation tactic, but it had failed. Utterly.

She crossed her arms under her breasts, growling at the lizards as they walked out with their shoulders hunched and their heads down. Their tails would have been between their legs if they were dogs, considering how whipped they were.

"Tell your boss that he can shove his offer," she reminded them. "We're not that kind of firm."

"...Yes, ma'am."

"And if he tries that again, we have one word. Counter-suit."

"Yes, ma'am."

They walked out of her office, shutting the doors behind them. She turned in her chair, looking out the wall of windows behind her, crossing one leg over the other at the knee. Her skirt rose up ever so slightly, and she tapped her high heels slowly as she looked down at the city.

"Some little punk thinks he can tell us what to do? Better think again..."

The wolf shook her head, keeping her eyes on the city before her, even as she folded her hands at her lap rather than at her chest. She knew the temptations that would be hitting her soon, even as she worked to keep her hands busy so they didn't do what they wanted to do. She kept her teeth clenched, her eyes forward, and her thoughts on the business of the day.

The cases that she had handled for the firm were many and varied. She had swatted down errant CEOs. She had defended small companies from being forcibly absorbed into some of the larger monopolies, and kept the franchises from being completely bankrupted by their over-entities trying to take greater shares of the profits than they were entitled to. Everything that she did was for the benefit of others, and she showed her teeth regularly to those that tried to overstep their boundaries.

Rebecca knew that most of her coworkers called her a bitch, and she took that title and ran with it. She was the bitch of the corporate law world, and she damn-well earned that title with how she savaged people in court. There wasn't anyone that could make her heel except her clients, and even they only had so much sway.

So why the fuck did she want to go back to the drawer at the bottom of her desk and fondle the collar inside?

Stay...stay...stay...

Despite her best efforts, she slowly turned in her chair, her tail pressed down through the hole in her chair as she reached down to the drawer. She growled deep in her throat, hating herself for this one weakness that she allowed herself.

The drawer slid open with a light tug, and there it was. The cheap little red-banded collar sat on top of several files, none of them important. She ran her fingers along the inside of the band, and her breath caught in her throat. She wanted to put it on, to feel the way that it pulled tight around her neck, and she had to force herself to keep it in the drawer. If anyone saw her wearing it...

No. Nobody could be allowed. She shut the drawer again, almost catching her fingers in the process.

Ring ring, ring ring. Her cell phone started, and she knew who it would be before she even looked at the screen. Her eyes narrowed at the name displayed. Tapping it, she held it to her ear.

"Eric."

"Alpha, remember?"

"..."

"Alpha, omega. Say it."

"Hello, Alpha," she managed to say through gritted teeth.

"That's better. Doesn't that make you feel better, omega?"

It made her feel wetter, much as she hated to admit it. She gripped her desk with her free hand, knowing what it would do if she gave it free reign while she talked to the coyote on the other end of the line. She kept her voice low.

"What do you want, Alpha?"

"I want to make sure that you're still going to make your appointment with me after work."

"..."

"Don't tell me you forgot?"

"I...didn't forget."

She hadn't, but she had half-hoped that he had. There was a date that she'd set up for herself, a date with a wolf - a proper wolf, not a coyote - that had been interested in her at the last trial. He'd been one of the court reporters, someone that had been rather taken by her dominant personality and the way that she'd run the courtroom the way that she wanted, rather than the pace that the judge had tried to set. They were supposed to meet for dinner tonight, maybe more.

Hopefully more. Something that would get her away from Eric.

"I have extra work tonight. Can we reschedule?" she asked.

"Hmm. How much work, omega?"

That was new. He usually didn't give her the option to explain. She...felt strange about that. Almost disappointed. But she didn't let the chance go to waste.

"Lots. Enough to keep me busy until past 11."

"Then you'll meet me after that."

"But -"

"No buts, omega. I'll give you a break for the early evening, but I expect you at the park at 11:30. No later. Meet me in the parking lot there."

And just like that, the disappointment disappeared, replaced by a feeling that was a rather uncomfortable mix of lust and anger. She growled into the phone, but slowly nodded her head.

"Fine. Alpha. I will be there."

"Make sure you are. See you there."

Click. The call was over as soon as it had started, and she glared at her cell. She knew better than to pull a disappearing act, too. If she didn't come, then he'd call her for the rest of the night. Even putting her phone on silent wouldn't stop that. He would keep on...keeping on, she supposed, and that would drive her mad.

Yet, at the same time, there was something almost...

No, there was nothing flattering about that. She had every reason to hate him, and so she would hate him. Just because he got her motor running didn't mean that there was anything else there.

And if he started getting soft on her...well, that'd mean it'd be easier to put him behind her. A new relationship was waiting, and if that went well...

Rebecca shook her head. Better to focus on work for now. Her bit of fun would be waiting for her at the end of the work day.

Work passed, then dinner, and then they were back at her place. A penthouse apartment on the nice side of town, it overlooked a park. The park, as a matter of fact, where she said that she'd meet her Alpha later. For now, though, she was trying to focus on the male between her legs, and his tongue that was...

"Mmm...mmm..."

Her moans were...half-hearted, at best. She wanted them to be more, to enjoy the feeling of worship that she was getting from the younger gray wolf between her legs, to enjoy the way that he obviously respected her, but fuck. She was barely getting enough fun from this to stay wet, and that was with fantasies of what he might do to her later.

Nnngh...just...be a wolf...

Rebecca rolled onto her side, lifting one of her legs to allow him to get a good look at her pussy, her ass. Everything that should have been getting worshiped between her legs. The younger guy - Mark, that was his name - looked at her with wet lips and eager eyes, admiration streaming from his every pore. He was obviously a wolf that understood just where he was in the pecking order, that he was beneath her, and he clearly cared for her and wanted her to be having a good time.

Yet, she wasn't. She needed to make him do what she needed.

"Get up here. Enough with your tongue. Show me what else you can do."

"Mmm, yes, ma'am."

He straddled her leg, his pants already on the floor. A very serviceable cock slapped against her sex, at least seven inches long, and she could feel the heat coming off it. She wanted it inside her, wanted it to fuck her, but -

Much as she hated it, a part of her missed the pressure of the collar against her neck, the humiliation that came from being at Eric's knees. She had no interest in giving Mark a blowjob, but at the same time, there was that hunger, that eagerness to be pushed, forced, dragged along. The way that she laid now, with one leg up, offering herself for the adulation of the wolf beneath her...

It was right, but wrong. The right thing to do, but the wrong thing for her pleasure.

Even as he slid in, the tip of his cock opening her up in such a lovely way, she could still feel the dissatisfaction that came with it. There was not enough force behind it, not enough of a growl in the air to tell her that she was wanted or that she was the only one that he was focusing on. He was too tentative, not giving her that pressure, that excitement.

She curled her toes against his neck, bending her leg slightly to pull him in. The exotic angle of taking his cock like that was nice, but it wasn't the same as having Eric -

Stop thinking about him!

The whole point of this was to stop thinking about the damn coyote. She was supposed to be thinking about this, about getting the pleasures of her station, of getting the respect that a proper wolf bitch deserved. She was no omega. She was an Alpha in her own right.

Then why do you want to be treated like an omega so bad?

Whatever was the source of that little voice, she looked forward to the point where she could hunt it down and kill it. Some therapy was probably desperately needed to untangle that mental mess, and she'd have to find the time for it. Sooner or later, she'd need to do something to fix herself.

What had started in great anticipation was slowly becoming a boring chore. Even as Mark picked up speed, humping away and dragging his balls along her legs as he hammered into her sex, she found herself just letting it happen. There was none of that gasping, panting need that came from her other sessions, and she honestly started looking at her watch, wondering if it was over yet, wondering how much longer it would go on for.

When Mark finally did cum, when his cock blew its load and pulled out, the only thing that gave her any satisfaction was the idea of shoving him down there to clean it up. He would have done it, too. He was a happy little guy, someone that was more towards the beta level of things than anything else, but it was just...wrong. It wasn't enough. It wasn't right. It wasn't exciting.

"Heh, you enjoy that, ma'am?" he asked.

"It was fine," she said, sitting up. Some of his cum oozed out of her. "You can...I think you should go."

"...What'd I do wrong?"

"Nothing."

You just didn't do anything right, either.

"Okay, um...same time next week?"

"I think we should see other people."

"That bad?"

"Sorry."

"So am I."

"Just go."

She nodded at the door, and he did as she asked, to be fair. He got dressed and walked out. Hopefully there wouldn't be any further issues there, but considering that he was a court reporter and she was a lawyer - and a big-shot one at that - they were likely to meet each other again through work at some point. She just hoped that it didn't get as awkward as it threatened to do.

Getting to her feet, she made her way to the bathroom. It was still only about ten; she had time to shower and get dry before she had to get down to the park. Much as she hated to admit it, her body was begging for that, now. She had been all riled up and there was nothing but that desire. She needed something to do the job properly, and if there was anything that Eric could be relied on to do, it was do...this...properly.

She just didn't want him to see or smell another dog on her. That much would get him angry, she was sure.

Would it be hot if he was angry, possessive?

Rebecca paused at the edge of her shower, thinking it over. It was something that was worth considering, at the very least. That might make Eric more aggressive, push her harder, humiliate her more.

"I don't want that," she muttered.

She knew that she was lying to herself, though. There was every reason to want that, particularly after such a disappointing rut with someone that she had been so hopeful about. She didn't want to want this, but...

Well, she knew that she needed it. If nothing else, it would scratch an itch that was getting stronger by the second.

For now, though, it was time to shower. She needed to be clean if she was going to be seen in public with...that man.

Rebecca gritted her teeth as she stepped out of the taxi. She'd dressed herself in a white gown that ran from one shoulder down to just below her ankles, something that covered her high-heels and swished as she walked. It was something that wouldn't have been out of place at a high-end gala, something where the mega-rich rubbed elbows with those that worked for them. She had a nice white bra of lace on under it, and she'd put on a pair of conservative panties. Just in case, since she knew that sometimes Eric would just make her do something humiliating instead of fuck her, and she didn't want him to get the idea that she was getting easier.

She wasn't, of course. She just...she just...

Ugh. She needed to figure herself out, and that meant getting some outside help. But for now, she needed another meeting with him.

She walked away from the taxi drop-off point, halfway across the parking lot when her phone started ringing. She paused, picking it up and putting it to her ear.

"What is it, Alpha?" she said, the word coming to her lips painfully easily now.

"Glad to see you made it on time. I was thinking you might not come."

"You'd make my life hell if I ever skipped out."

"...Yes, of course I would."

The hesitation made her pause, looking down at the phone for a moment. She held it to her ear again, shaking her head. No way was he going soft on her...was he?

"What do you want?"

"You sound tetchy, omega. Is something wrong?"

"Since when are you my therapist?" she muttered, turning in place. "Where are you?"

"Watching. I'll come out when I'm ready. And besides, you didn't answer my question. Is something wrong?"

"I didn't come here to answer stuff like that. Either come out and have your fun or let me go back home."

"..."

"Or are you just going to be a bitch right now and -"

"Oh, I'm not the bitch here. You are. And if you're going to act like a bitch, then you can look like one, too."

"W-what's that mean?" she said, her eyes widening at the sudden shift in his voice. There was an edge there that he usually reserved for the angry nights, the nights when he got rough. What the hell? Why - oh her panties. Oh fuck.

"Omega. You're going to strip. Right now."

"You're kidding me."

"Now! If you're going to act like a bitch, then you're going to look like one, and bitches like you don't wear clothes."

"You -"

"Strip. Or if you think you can take it, walk out. Now."

The idea of what he might do if she'd gotten him angry made her shiver. She was almost tempted to walk out, just to see what would happen if she pushed her luck. The idea of him going this far, of changing things up and making her life worse - or at least, more embarrassing - was hotter than she expected.

But the idea of getting used out here, put through her paces, made into something worse than usual? Oh, that had her dripping. It had her right on the edge of climax in a way that everything that Mark had done never did.

Rebecca stripped her dress off faster than she had ever expected to strip out of anything, pulling it down at the back before wiggling her hips out of the middle of it. She was soon standing in the middle of a parking lot, almost at midnight, with nothing on but her panties, her bra, and her high heels. The cool air running through the area made her pussy feel the chill, but only for a second before the humiliating exposure made her all the hotter down there. Her nipples were hard, and her body...her body was so sensitive...so eager...

"All of it, omega-bitch. You know what I mean."

"Yes, Alpha."

She hated saying it, felt like it was a bitter word in her mouth, but she did it anyway. The sheer wrongness made it feel so right. She might have been the bitch of the corporate world, but here? Here, she was just a bitch-slut.

Her bra came off first, leaving her bare-breasted in the middle of the parking lot, barely thirty feet away from the street lamps that lit up the road behind her. One good car passing by could light up her near-naked butt from behind, and everyone would know that a naked wolf had been in the parking lot that night. The idea of some of the papers talking about the streaking canine and hearing her male coworkers wondering who it might be made her pussy that much wetter.

And then her panties had to come down. She shivered, holding her head to the side to pin the phone to her shoulder, whimpering as she did. Every bit of wetness that had soaked into the cloth pulled against her sex, leaving strings of her own juices hanging free as she dragged them down to her ankles. She folded them up, tucking them into her bra, and then tucked her bra into her dress.

All that she had on were her heels, and her Alpha didn't tell her to take those off. Instead, he said something else.

"Walk into the park. Show off. Sway your hips. You're being watched now. I want my bitch to show me just how hot she is for her Alpha."

"Nnngh..."

"And for all that bitchery you pulled, I'm filming you. I'm waiting for you further down the park road, but I'm going to have film from now on. If you want to try and make me angry, omega, then I'm going to have to show you just how much it'll cost you."

He had pictures before, but now he'd have video. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. She felt her pussy clenching down on nothing, her juices running down her thighs at the idea of what he might show off. The fact that it was dark enough that her face would be hard to make out would help, but that didn't mean that someone that knew her couldn't recognize her. If that ever got released -

Bitch, bitch, bitch. She was walking like a bitch, her hips swaying, her tail high. The heels she wore kept her ass pushed out, making her wobble a bit as she moved along, feeling every bit of her body, every bit of her curves. She was flying high on that need, that aroused feeling that was so much better than getting her pussy licked and her ass worshiped.

This was what she needed.

This was her addiction.

She could hear the gravel path crunching beneath her heels, and a part of her imagined going further, getting shoved down -

No, too much, too much, the lawyer part of her said.

No, just enough, the rest said.

"Where's your collar, omega?"

"P-purse," she managed to say.

"Put it on."

She did, pulling it out so fast that she almost dropped everything. She pulled it tight around her neck, dragging it shut with every bit of force she could. Rebecca could barely breathe with it that tight, but she didn't care. It felt good. She felt good.

The feeling of the night air on her bare body had her feeling like the bitch-slut of the night, some sort of streetwalker that needed to be used, that was looking for a john that would give her the best tumble of her life. She felt like some wild thing, something that needed the collar around her neck. It was...it was...

Fuck...

She didn't know how she was supposed to go back after this. She hated the fact that she wanted this, hated how this was so different to her public life, but what the hell was she supposed to do now that she'd found this kind of lifestyle? Just pretend that it didn't exist? Go back to what she was?

No chance in hell.

Eric was waiting for her about five minutes walk from the parking lot, and he looked up from the park bench with a camera in one hand and his cock in the other. It was hard, wet with pre-cum, and she could smell his musk where she stood. He put down the phone, and she put down hers.

"You're slow."

"Just because...I didn't come quickly..."

"Oh, you'll cum quick tonight."

"You wish..."

"Yeah? Kneel, omega."

She did as she was told, her legs almost collapsing out from under her and taking her to the grassy earth. She bit her lips as she felt one long blade of grass stroke along her sex, teasing her, working her up further than she expected. The wolf huffed hard, curling her toes.

He leaned down, shoving a finger inside of her, and Rebecca damn near screamed at that moment. Not in pain, but in need. Her inner walls clenched hard, so hard around something that wasn't even a cock, but she needed something so badly. The way that Eric forced this on her, the way that it wasn't her fault, the way that she just stopped thinking of everything else -

He twiddled his finger, and she did cum. She hunched forward, her thighs squeezing around his hand, trapping it against her sex. She gritted her teeth as he grabbed her collar, dragging her down and holding her nose right against his balls.

"You like that, then, bitch? I thought you might be ready to get something different, but looks like you're still just an omega slut that needs me to show you what to do."

Her cheeks burned, but her pussy burned hotter still. There was a flame down there, a desperate need that was beyond any sort of rational thought. Her breath huffed in and out, and because he held her muzzle shut, she was forced to breathe in the smell of his maleness. The pheromones down there were stronger, a little rougher than the stuff that she had gotten from Mark, and because she was forced down, there was no pulling back, no getting away from him. This was a man that deserved blowjobs. This was a man that deserved a slut-bitch between his legs all day long.

He pulled her back by the collar, forcing her to look up at him.

"You want this, you got this." He pulled his finger from her pussy, shoving her down on all fours. "Spread your pussy open. Show it off to the camera, and then beg your Alpha to fuck you like the omega cum-catcher you are."

The idea of being filmed like she was going on some adult dating app and showing herself off like some slut should have offended her, and on some level it did. Not enough to stop her from doing it, though. The wolf reached back, spreading her pussy with her fingers. Her face burned hot enough that she was sure that the ground was burning back, but she still dripped between her fingers back there. Her tail went up as she spoke.

"Mmmph...please, I need to be fucked. I need my Alpha to fuck me. I need my...I need my Alpha to stuff me full of cock and cum. I need to be bred like a bitch."

She heard the click sound of the recording being paused, followed by the heat of his tapered cock. The idea of getting knotted, creampied in the park was hard to beat, and when he slammed in, she almost howled from the pleasure. She came again, two times in such short order, right then and there, and she squirted over the ground, spilling her juices all over the grass. The feeling of him going balls-deep right there, right where any late-night walker could see them, was too much for her to bear.

Rebecca felt her brain going somewhere else, burying itself deeper and deeper in that mindless place of pleasure. That humiliation, that horrible feeling that should have had her kicking and screaming against Eric's advances, only made her wetter, needier. She rocked her hips back against her will, felt him grab her collar and choke her as he pinned her in place. It didn't matter that there was pain, that there was humiliation. All that mattered was that her body was finally getting what it wanted.

As she was fucked, Rebecca slumped further and further down, her mind feeling like it was drooling out her pussy with every thrust that Eric made. Her Alpha's cock was taking control, punishing her for being a bitch, reminding her of where an omega belonged. Her toes curled, her worries about work disappeared, everything was gone save for the feeling of serving his cock.

The occasional spanks that came down tightened her up, made her clench around his cock, and they made her hear him again. He called her a whore, told her that she would be passed around at a club if she did this again. He called her a cum-catcher, a breeder waiting to be filled. He called her every name under the sun, and it only made her wetter, needier, and more wanting than she had been before.

Slowly but surely, she descended into the pit of debauchery, and she didn't know long it would take her to climb back out.

When she did, she didn't dare look at her phone. The sky was still dark, but the streets were quieter, stiller, emptier. She didn't want to think about how long she had been fucked into the dirt, but the smears on her face and the wetness between her legs - no longer just her own, either - were signs that she had been rutted quite thoroughly for some time. She groaned as she managed to sit up, feeling his cum oozing out onto her legs and lower calves, almost over her shoes.

"Mmmph. Stand up...stand up, omega."

She did as she was told, despite there being a shift in Eric's voice again. She hoped that it was just temporary. That had finally dulled that knife-like need down there, finally put her back to a point where she felt sane again. She didn't want to lose the resource of his cock and his domination when she needed it that badly.

"Turn."

She did as he asked, turning in place, showing off her rump, gritting her teeth as some of her disdain for the coyote came back. She looked down at his cock, shined with her juices and still not quite going soft.

She didn't know if she hated him for that, or wanted to take it further. Either way, she was hoping that they were done.

He pulled out his phone, using his free hand to spread her pussy lips. There was another click, and she realized he'd just taken another picture of her puffy, spread pussy, reminding her where she belonged and giving himself another memento.

"Hmmph. Why don't you just take another video, if you're going to humiliate me?" she asked.

"You're getting out of control."

"Well, maybe I need a stricter leash, then."

She couldn't believe that she'd just said that. It was almost like she was offering him the opportunity to give her one. She didn't want that...did she?

Rebecca shook her head. No, no way. That wasn't...no.

"Are we done?"

"For now."

The wolf nodded, getting dressed and hurrying off. She had a cab to call, and some sleep that was desperately needed.

Eric watched her go, shaking his head as her dress clung to her legs in places. She'd have to get some serious dry-cleaning done after everything that he had just put her through, but that wasn't the main issue.

The coyote looked down at the little box that she hadn't even seen on the bench. She'd been so focused on what he was going to do to her, what he could make her do, that she didn't even seem to care. Par for the fucking course for the last few months, he guessed. Par for the fucking course.

He opened the box, looking down at the collar inside. Rather than the cruddy red collar that she'd been wearing, this one was made of genuine leather, studded with beautiful stones along the outside, and with a tag at the front that read 'Precious' on one side, and 'Bitch' on the other.

"I wanted you to have this," he muttered to himself, rubbing the collar gently. "I wanted you to..."

He sighed, covering the collar again, shaking his head. So much for giving her something that would make them a bit closer. He tried to be nice, and all she wanted was the bastard that he was all the time for their sessions. One little bit of kindness, and suddenly she wanted him to get worse than he had been.

Well, if you want that training, you're going to get it. You want to be treated like a bitch, trained to be a slut? Well, let's see how tight a leash you really want.

He picked up the box and camera and made his way back to the parking lot. Time to get out of here before the cops started sweeping the park for homeless people again. He probably smelled like one after how hard he'd fucked her. Rebecca might have been the bitch, but good fuck that woman had stamina. He was sore, he was tired, and he probably reeked from sweat, but...

Well, so far it was worth it. He hoped it'd stay that way.

The End

Summary: Rebecca hates the fact that her alpha makes her cum so hard, but can she resist? Not really. And does she want to? Probably not, not deep down.

Tags: M/F, wolf, coyote, sub/dom, humiliation, exhibitionism, disappointment, oral, cunnilingus, musk, embarrassment, public, vaginal, fingering, fucking, cum, orgasm, creampie, collar, stripping, walking naked,